In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

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Watashi, why are you still writing during the Lunar New Year?

(QAQ!!)

The next chapter will begin with Grey, then Morgan.

Almost there, almost there. As long as I don't sleep, I can still finish writing it.

Chapter 115 King Arthur's Sorceress

Beside the cemetery, in a dilapidated wooden hut.

Although Lo Wei considers himself not someone who enjoys or excessively pursues enjoyment, or someone who cares too much about his living environment.

Whether it was an old, abandoned apartment, a parking lot dozens of stories underground, or even sleeping with Rafe in a cave workshop built on a spiritual vein hundreds of meters underground, he wouldn't mind as long as it was a place where people could barely live and have a place to stay. But after entering the so-called short-term accommodation cabin in Belsac, he suddenly felt that what Kenneth had said before seemed to be very true. After all, he was a nobleman and shouldn't be so casual.

It's a miracle that this damned dilapidated house didn't collapse.

The creaking wooden floorboards and worm-eaten walls were bad enough, but the bedding and blankets, covered in dust and mites and seemingly unwashed for countless days and nights, made Rowe wonder if this wasn't Belsac's home at all, but simply a storage room that had never been used. He couldn't understand what the old man's intentions were in leading him to live here; it was pure, deliberate revenge.

'I was too hasty in agreeing to stay; I should have stayed overnight at the church. I was so excited about the clues I found that I forgot about this environment, which is worse than a dungeon.'

So, shortly after Belsac left, Rowe, who had only just realized what was happening, slowly put down his suitcase and, with a wind spell followed by a water spell, gave the entire house a superficial cleaning, barely transforming it from a place even a dog couldn't live in to one that could barely be spent the night in. As for the tattered blanket, covered in stories and the marks of time, after being washed with water and then scorched inside and out by flames, it finally became usable as a blanket. However, due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, Rowe merely used it as a cushion, then sat cross-legged on it, intending to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

Just as Lowe calmed his mind and focused his thoughts on Avalon, he wondered if he could find Meryl to continue practicing illusion magic, or inquire about the Black Madonna statue, and investigate the existence of Morgan's magic.

However, this time Avalon did not connect with the dream.

No matter how he tried to call out, Avalon, buried deep in his chest, did not respond. He was also unable to contact Merlin. It seemed that the barrier here had severed the passage to the dream, thus cutting off the possibility of Merlin as an outside helper.

Noticing this unusual change, Luo Wei couldn't help but gently open his eyes.

After repeatedly confirming, although I was somewhat surprised, I accepted the situation after considering whose territory this was.

After all, this was Morgan's workshop, the territory of the Great Witch of the Age of Gods. Before coming, Lowe had inquired about the specific situation here, but to no avail. Even Mary's Ex-Clairvoyance couldn't see through the barrier set up by the witch to observe the situation inside. The only one who could fully know the layout inside was probably its owner, Morgan le Fay.

As one of Meryl's arch-enemies, their relationship had deteriorated to an extreme degree ever since Artoria was tricked into becoming queen—no, even from the moment of her birth. And just as Meryl understood Morgan, Morgan naturally understood her as well. Therefore, even though Morgan had erected a barrier separating the dream world here, Rowe wasn't surprised at all.

It's just a little regrettable...

After all, even if Meryl is unreliable and always trying to sabotage him, it seems that for now, they are in a position of mutual interest. Therefore, her clairvoyance and knowledge are indeed extremely useful when facing Morgan. Now, suddenly losing Meryl's help is tantamount to crippling Lowe's most important external clairvoyance.

The other party is indeed very troublesome...

Moreover, that's not all.

What truly troubles Luo Wei now is that strange feeling.

From the moment he entered this land, he felt an invisible gaze watching him from the darkness. He had noticed it while talking to Grey, but at the time he thought it was Belsac. However, after defeating him, he suddenly realized that the source of the gaze was not the old man. Even after remaining vigilant, using his senses to search, and even using Avalon and the Holy Grail as bait, he still couldn't see the other's true form. This surprised Rowe. Especially after seeing the black statue of the Virgin Mary in that church, and particularly the moment it locked eyes with Morgan le Fay, this feeling suddenly became exceptionally clear.

He realized that Morgan might be hiding in this land, monitoring his every move through unknown means. She had even disabled the connection between his dreams and Avalon—was this to prevent him from finding her?

Lowe wasn't sure, but if that were the case, then Morgan was indeed very successful. Without Meryl's clairvoyance, it would have been very difficult for him to find her in this land.

The other side is in the shadows, while he is in the open. For now, all he can do is search for clues while searching for Rafe.

However, he noticed that Morgan might be watching him.

Lowe still covered his face, turned his head to look at the wall, and then said in a pretentious tone, "You're looking at me, aren't you, Morgan le Fay?"

"..."

However, there was only deathly silence in the air; no sound answered him. Even though Luo Wei tried to communicate with the other party, he ultimately received no response.

and so……

He could probably deduce two possibilities: first, Morgan didn't want to pay him any attention; second, Morgan was not in a position to respond at the moment. But either outcome would be pretty much the same to him.

So since he was just sitting there anyway, Lovi decided to treat it as a review session. He took out a few pieces of gold and gems from his briefcase and used them as a medium to draw the illusion ritual that Merry had taught him on the dark wooden wall, playing out everything that had happened on Artoria's side during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

And as Lovi had predicted, although the spying hidden in the darkness still existed, when the Holy Grail War adventure about Artoria was broadcast, there was indeed much less attention paid to him.

'So... this Morgan from Pan-Human History is really, as Mary said, and as those people on the forums in my previous life deduced, a so-called siscon?'

Luo Wei couldn't help but make up some stories in his mind.

However, this result seems quite reasonable.

After all, if Morgan wasn't a sister-complex character, then she must have some special feelings for her sister Artoria, such as guilt. Otherwise, it's really hard to explain why she would go to such lengths to resurrect Artoria after her death.

Actually, he didn't have any major grudge against Morgan. It was just that he had resurrected Artoria first? No, it should be that she hadn't died at all, which was a different way of achieving Morgan's goal. Their biggest conflict was that he had turned Morgan's thousand-year-long efforts into a joke. Although that guy might really have the traits of a British madwoman, Rowe still wanted to resolve the problem in a peaceful way possible.

And so, as the illusionary magic played, Lovi sat on the bed and watched intently with the gaze that had been fixed on Artoria's figure. He even added a lot of information about Artoria's experiences in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

……

Soon, time flew by and it was daytime.

Sitting on the bed, Luo Wei yawned and stretched, facing the rising sun outside the window.

Because of that prying gaze, he couldn't help but wonder if a white-haired Takeuchi with a dagger would stab him to death whenever he closed his eyes, so he didn't sleep. He only managed to rest with his eyes closed that night. The illusion on the wall also disappeared midway through, because he wasn't Kiritsugu Emiya; the only part he could discern was what he saw of Artoria, and he knew nothing more.

However, the gaze seemed quite satisfied with his actions. At least to his current senses, the perverted prying that had been following him had indeed disappeared, which made Luo Wei secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"However, this wooden house is really a bit cold..."

Touching his neck, Luo Wei, who had leaned against the wall all night, sighed as he got out of bed. Although this level of all-nighter was nothing new to him, the mental strain of being constantly watched by the witch and having to remain vigilant was indeed taking its toll. In the witch's workshop, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

"Then let's go out and thoroughly search the buildings above this village today. Let's start with the most iconic or oldest buildings, since Rafe, with his archaeology background, loves digging in these ancient places."

"...However, although the village isn't large, the people there are extremely xenophobic. A stranger like myself wandering around would undoubtedly cause unnecessary panic. While I could use illusion magic to resolve this, I'm truly unfamiliar with the village's layout. To quickly find my target, I'd need someone familiar with the area to guide me."

"By the way, where's that guy Belsak?"

Thinking about this, Luo Wei suddenly thought of the old gravedigger.

Didn't he say he'd come first thing tomorrow morning to take me to look for him? Why is there still no sign of him at this hour?

Thinking this, Luo Wei glanced at his pocket watch, which showed that it was already around eight o'clock in the morning. This time was clearly already past what was considered early morning.

Has that old guy run into some trouble? Was it Morgan's doing? Or something else...?

'Boom boom boom...'

Just as Luo Wei was pondering this with some doubt, there was a sudden knock on the door.

He initially thought it was Belsak, but the gentle force seemed completely out of character for the tall, imposing old man who wielded a single-handed axe with such power. So he asked him aloud.

"Which one?"

"Um... I'm the guide that Master arranged for me to help you find your companions... We just met last night."

The voice that answered him from outside the door was very familiar, warm and soft, belonging to a young child.

Luo Wei, who had met the voice just last night, was naturally very familiar with it.

"Is that Grey...?"

He nodded and muttered to himself.

She then got up and walked to the wooden door, opening it. A chilly morning air rushed into the room, and a petite and lovely figure came into view—it was indeed Grey.

Last night, due to the rush and the darkness, he didn't get a clear look at the girl's face. Now, with the morning sunlight, Luo Wei can finally see her face clearly.

Before her stood a little girl in a black cloak, whose face bore an almost identical resemblance to both Artoria and Morgan, though still bearing a touch of childishness. A few strands of silver hair cascaded down from the gaps in the hood. She was very young and short, barely reaching her waist, and was completely enveloped in the greyish-black cloak.

If you look closely, Luo Wei thinks she's about five or six years old.

She should be around the same age as Reines and Sakura, and they are of the same generation, still considered little girls.

Noticing Rowe's scrutinizing gaze, Grey looked up, meeting his eyes with her emerald-like gaze, and timidly began, "Y-you, hello... Good morning, my name is Grey... My master asked me to show you around the village... to help you find your companions..."

"..."

Luo Wei did not answer her question, but continued to stare at her intently, while also carefully pondering some things.

Based on speculation, the situation is roughly as follows—

The reason Gray, standing before me, possesses a face identical to Artoria's is due to the influence of a ritual array laid down by Morgan in this land. This witch's ritual affected Gray, the village's most suitable age and with the highest synchronization rate with Artoria, transforming her face and body into the most suitable state for Artoria—the so-called vessel for King Arthur. It is precisely for this reason that the village of gravediggers places their hopes on Gray, worshipping her as the divine child who will bring King Arthur to life. Because when the time is right, Gray will surrender her body to King Arthur's soul, thus resurrecting Artoria, completing the village's mission, and easily lifting the curse. This is why she was taken in as an apprentice and trained by the village's gravedigger, Belsac; in reality, her greater purpose was protection.

As for whether Grey would become the gravedigger, the villagers didn't care at all. These villagers, imprisoned for over a thousand years, only cared whether Grey could resurrect King Arthur, break the curse on them, and regain their freedom.

And the result...

This plan was indeed promising, especially after sensing King Arthur's presence in the Fourth Holy Grail War; the entire arrangement was complete and functioning perfectly. However—

Morgan and all the gravediggers never expected that, under Loew's patient persuasion and earnest guidance, Artoria would choose to be reborn, refusing her destined death and disappearing from history. This made the meticulously prepared resurrection ritual an impossible feat.

That is why Grey could never be a sacrifice to resurrect King Arthur.

Morgan had belatedly realized this, but the villagers probably hadn't. If things continued this way, the curse on them would likely never be lifted.

“Grey…is that so? Hello, it’s nice to meet you again, little sister. My name is Rowe Crowley.” After looking the little girl in front of him, Rowe greeted her in a similarly gentle manner.

"Um...it's so good to see you're alright, big brother." Grey nodded quickly, then asked with some concern, "Um...did I bother you?"

"No."

Luo Wei shook his head. "I've only just recovered. In fact, you've come at just the right time. I was just about to go and ask your master for help. Would you like to come in and sit down? I'll prepare a few more things and then I can set off."

"Okay, okay... thank you..."

Grey quietly expressed her gratitude, and was about to follow Rowe into the house to wait a moment when an untimely voice suddenly rang in her ears—

"Aaaaaah! Wait a minute, Gray, be careful! This guy in front of you has a smell that really annoys me!!"

Unlike Grey's quiet demeanor, this was a complex voice that sounded extremely lively, even somewhat noisy.

'So it's still there?'

Upon hearing this voice, Lowe's eyes lit up slightly, while Gray hurriedly covered the contents of her pocket and pulled it out.

"Yard, don't be so loud. We're in front of guests. Be polite."

Upon closer inspection, it was a square with neat edges and corners, engraved with many strange patterns, resembling a Rubik's Cube. However, it was currently being kept in a small birdcage by Gray.

Loewy actually recognized the strange object Grey was carrying.

【Yad】

At least that's what Grey called it.

However, Loewy prefers to call it the Holy Lance: Mystic Code, the Tower of the End, or the Anchor of the Stars. This is also one of his important goals on this trip.

However, as Lowe looked at the strange Rubik's Cube that was protesting against Grey, a strange expression appeared on his face.

Although this Ad was indeed the same as he remembered, because the personality within it imitated King Arthur's sworn brother, Sir Kay, one of the Knights of the Round Table, and thus appeared very noisy, what Lovi cared about was not his personality, but rather the aura within it... Hmm, there was indeed the aura of the Holy Lance, but wasn't this aura far too weak? Was it because of the seal? The situation seemed rather strange.